“I feel a staggering amount of obligation. I feel responsibility.”
The Breakfast Club (1985)
Eleanor Roosevelt (via knoos)
In which Marina Diamandis continues to be a queen and shuts down body policing
When headliners I look up to tell me I need to send my stuff to Comedy Central or that I’m going to be famous or that “whenever you decide what you want to do, you’ll be able to do to it”—I can’t help but feel this overwhelming sense of panic. I panic because I’m worried they’re lying. I panic because I’m afraid of wanting something that won’t happen. I panic because maybe it could happen, maybe it would, if I could only make myself reach for it. Reach for it in the same way 40-something guys who just started are reaching for it. The same way 20-somethings put every egg to their name in the comedy basket and “follow their dream.” The same way so many comics I’ve met seem to every time they get onstage. I’m scared I don’t want it enough. I’m scared to want it, and scared not to.